Jules. 26. Slytherin, INFP, Taurus. AceAro. Genderqueer - any pronouns. White. I love kids, cats, and sleep. I'm awful at tagging, so don't follow if that's an issue. RADFEMS DON'T INTERACT
One advantage of not really having a strong sense of gender identity is that you’re very [shrug emoji] about how people gender you. Sometimes people call me by she/her pronouns and sometimes they go with he/him pronouns and on the internet people often default to they/them, and neither option is entirely right but also, fuck if I know what would be right, and I don’t particularly care. Therefore I’m perfectly happy to outsource my gender identity to the people around me who actually need to figure out which box to put me in. I don’t need to talk about myself in third person, so really my pronouns sound like a you problem.
My pronouns are I/me and the rest is for someone else to deal with because I have better things to do.
Very fond of macrolabels, like “queer”, that provide zero extra information. Is it genderqueer? Is it romantic/sexual orientation queer? Is it queer as in “none of your fucking business what’s in my pants and what I do with it and with whom”?
This is actually probably the first time I’ve ever read something that accurately describes my relationship with gender–ie, ‘my gender is me and my pronouns are a you problem’–so thank you for that!
This is a comment someone appended to a photo of two men apparently having sex in a very fancy room, but it’s also kind of an amazing two-line poem? “His Wife has filled his house with chintz” is a really elegant and beautiful counterbalancing of h, f, and s sounds, and “chintz” is a perfect word choice here—sonically pleasing and good at evoking nouveau riche tackiness. And then “to keep it real I fuck him on the floor” collapses that whole mood with short percussive sounds—but it’s still a perfect iambic pentameter line, robust and a lovely obscene contrast with the chintz in the first line. Well done, tumblr user jjbang8
I hate that my aesthetic sense agrees with this but everything you just said was correct
I went back to dig up this post because I was thinking about poetry.
This is one of those non-poem things that are among my favorite poems.
As the OP stated, the use of alliterative consonants is aesthetically just great, especially the placement of the strongest use at the end: “fuck him on the floor.” The use of “chintz” is indeed great word choice.
Because I’m insane, decided to scan the poem:
Not only is the second sentence, indeed, perfect iambic pentameter, the entire poem is perfectly metered, though the first sentence has four iambs rather than five.
There are further things I love about this poem, though: I like the casual connotations of “keep it real” juxtaposed with “chintz.” It causes me to interpret the “chintz” more strongly as meaning something fake, a facade. There is also of course the coarseness of “fuck,” which is a contrast with “chintz” but a different kind of contrast, gutsy and carnal where “chintz” is flimsy and inanimate.
And then there is the storytelling: there is SO MUCH storytelling in just these two lines. To break it down: The speaker is having sex with a married man, in the house he shares with his wife, which is “filled with chintz”—something that here connotes fakeness, in contrast with “keep it real.”
The illicit encounter in the poem takes place within a house filled with facade, the flimsy construction of the wife’s marriage and domestic sphere, but the encounter itself is a taste of something “real.” That’s a story, and it’s just two lines.
This is EIGHTEEN SYLLABLES, y’all. The amount of meaning condensed into these eighteen syllables is stunning, and it is so elegantly done.
From a technical standpoint (and ive taken 300- and 400-level poetry classes so I can say this) this is damn near flawless as a poem.
Kept thinking about this ever since I saw it and had to do something
there’s art now
Ah dang to go further; the floor is framed as a refuge. As if there is literally no other space in this house that hasn’t been populated by his wife with flimsy inanimate fakery. There is no space for this man in this house save for the floor. There is no space for him on the sofa, oon the counter tops, and most notably, no space for him in the marital bed.
I’d also like to point out the use of the word “has.” The wife has filled the house with chintz. She isn’t filling the house with chintz. She doesn’t fill the house with chintz. She has filled the house with chintz. Use of the past-tense makes the wife a subtly removed element in the story, someone whose presence we see in the environment, but who is blissfully distant during the actors throes of passion. There is an element of physical as well as emotional separation from the wife that is catalyzed by being fucked on the floor. Use of the past tense is an end to the wife presence in the actors life, a carnal catharsis amid cold fragility and emotional distance.
This is my new favourite post in the world
everyone cheer for the one (1) time tumblr had reading comprehension
And, predictably, it’s because it was about gay sex
Sometimes a guy in a fanfiction has the ability to read someone’s gaze with the same level of detail a wine taster can taste the wine
“He glared at him with anger in his eyes, but behind that longing and sorrow over things left unsaid, a subtle but desperate yearning for things to be different, and with just a hint of roasted nuts right at the end.”
we’ve all heard about the male gaze in media, but we’ve yet to explore the equally important sommelier gaze
tbh people don’t give zuko enough credit like wtf are you supposed to say when someone hits you with “my girlfriend turned into the moon” like. damn. that is in fact rough buddy
today at work a coworker warned me that my patient’s owner let us know her cat is homophobic, meaning he tends to attack gay people violently on sight, which I thought was a joke. but that cat saw me and may have been the angriest cat I’ve ever worked with and DID in fact bite me through Kevlar gloves because he hated me so much
I want to emphasize that the cat was wearing a pride flag collar, which the owner gave him as exposure therapy
@butwhyduh I can confidently say this is not an issue that we’ve had before! He got a special sign made just for him.
art theft isnt what it used to be. now you can just right click save. you used to have to break into a museum. there were lasers and stuff. you don’t even have to have a grappling hook anymore.
Why can’t we ever use bullshit bioessentialism for fun things
I’ll start
When someone starts transfemme transfeminine HRT, they’re warned that the breast growth is one of the few irreversible steps, and that it would need surgery to undo.
When someone starts transmasculine HRT, they’re told that it won’t get rid of their breasts, and that they need surgery to remove.
The standard societal conception of “androgynous” is a waifish, thin, flat chested individual
However, the inability of core gene regulation to reduce boobs, as demonstrated by HRT of many forms, shows that boobs are the natural inclination of the human body
Therefore, I motion that “androgynous” should mean someone with some real honkers. I’m talking some massive badonkers. Some enormous honkalagoogas. Some incredible and vast hadookalabohkadookies
(please don’t take this seriously I’m actually studying bio and anyone trying to say something about the “natural” state of things is full of shit okay bye)
I’m a published research scientist you have to believe me
I’m in favour of this. We are mammals. What’s a mammal without mammaries?
By the same token, beards require lasers to remove (and are mighty stubborn about it too), but male pattern baldness tends to get at least somewhat reversed by estrogen treatment. So our natural androgynous state is a full head of hair, beard, and breasts.
Other things of note are voice and hips.
So peak androgyny, by this same logic, is massive tits, a packin’ ass, luscious hair all over the head, and a deep voice.
whats a stereotype for your country that you absolutely do. mine is that i unironically go “eh” and apologize a lot and i often drink maple syrup straight
i eat spicy food like it’s nothing
i thirst for the end of capitalism and will stop at nothing
i thirst for the end
of capitalism and
will stop at nothing
Beep boop! I look for accidental haiku posts. Sometimes I mess up.
“Do you want a boyfriend/girlfriend?” no i want a best friend/roommate/soulmate that I can go on silly adventures with and hang out with and have deep intellectual discussions with and we can be life partners without any of the romance stuff
already this has tags in the notes like “#anti ai” but… this is just real life with almost everything. this is like grifter 101 please don’t exceptionalize needing to be critical of chatgpt.
This is literally how job interviews work, by the way, and then everyone is surprised the super-duper confident guy is also an incompetent moron.
This is also how lie detectors work. Or don’t work at all, depending on how you view it. The entire trick behind a lie detector is to make you nervous about your answers. If you just sit there with utter confidence you can lie your ass off and pass with no problem at all.
This is why, as a teacher, I try to be honest about not knowing everything - because if my students learn that grown-ups, even ones who are super smart, don’t know everything, then that means 1) smart people don’t know everything so if someone says they don’t know they aren’t being stupid, they’re being brave; and 2) when they grow up and become adults they won’t know everything and that’s okay. Be willing to tell kids “I don’t know”!!! Super important.
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